Deeds of Mercy by M.p. Mcdonald

Author:M.p. Mcdonald [McDonald, M. P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: M.P. McDonald

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As soon as Mark exited the highway, he knew he’d been right. Although he’d never been to the town before, the hair on his arms rose and a sense of déjà vu washed over him. Trusting his instinct, he cruised the street, slowing when he recognized the Italian restaurant. He spotted an empty parking space in front and pulled into it. He wiped damp palms on his jeans and sat for a moment. He wished for the hundredth time since he’d woken up, that he’d seen the end of the dream. Since he didn’t know the outcome, he didn’t know if he should be here or not. Maybe this was where Mo killed him and he had unknowingly driven himself right to his own execution.

He spotted the car that Mo had been heading for, and it was parked in the same spot he’d seen in his dream, so Mo was somewhere around. He dismissed the dentist’s office, and the car was parked too far from the restaurant if Mo was inside eating lunch. It wasn’t a far walk, but there was a small parking lot across from the restaurant so it didn’t make sense that Mo would park down the street and around the corner if he didn’t have to.

The house on the fourth corner was a possibility, but just as Mark considered it, a mother and a small child exited. The little boy wore a backpack that was almost bigger than he was but it didn’t seem to slow him down as he hopped down the sidewalk, apparently trying to miss the cracks. The duo didn’t go far, as they waited on the corner and a few minutes later, a city bus stopped and picked them up. Mark let out a sigh of relief. At least he didn’t have to worry about a small child in the vicinity if things turned ugly.

Ruling out the house left just the laundromat or the apartments above it. Mark opened the door and stood beside the car, getting his bearings. Tugging his ball cap down, he headed towards the laundromat. Timing had been his biggest uncertainty. The dream had been so disjointed, he could only hope he could deduce the correct time by gauging it as late morning based on…what? The light? The sun was hidden behind a thick layer of steel gray clouds, and it could just as easily have been late afternoon instead of late morning. Still, this looked right and so far, his dream had been correct. The town was the one from his dream and this was the exact corner. He’d trust his gut once more and bet that any minute, Mo would show up.

He crossed the street to be on the same side as Mo would be when he appeared, and no sooner had his foot hit the curb, than a door on the side of the building opened and Mo stepped out, the camera dangling negligently from his hand by the neck strap. Almost as though he was expecting Mark, he turned towards him.

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